Luckily the one in their new apartment was as large as the one in the house had been.ĭressed, they made the short walk to the Wharf, following the path he could take in his sleep. Once he stood, Mateo did the same for Josiah. It was so simple, yet he wasn’t sure he’d ever had a lover help him to his feet before. He held a hand out to Tristan, who stared at it a second before grabbing hold. “Less talkin’, more movin’.” It was Mateo who stood first. “I think this is the first time you’ve been in this kind of mood.
“Shower with me and feed the birds with me.
“Dios, what am I gonna do with the two of you, wakin’ my ass up so early every day?” “Feed the birds with us,” Tristan said simply, and with that, Mateo’s eyes fluttered open. Yet wrapped up in Josiah and himself, he felt secure. He was always so careful, always keeping an eye out for who was around them. “Yeah?” Mateo didn’t open his eyes, voice rough with sleep, and for some reason, that one small thing slammed into Tristan’s chest. “Yes, that, too.” With that Tristan leaned over Josiah, waking Mateo with the back of his hand on Mateo’s face, the same way he’d done with Josiah. “You say that as though you don’t hold all the control. I’m in so much trouble with not one but two alpha men.” “So?” Tristan teased, pulling a smile from his lover. “Feed the birds with me.” It wasn’t a question, but even if it had been, Josiah would never tell him no. “Josiah,” he whispered, and his lover opened his green eyes. The rough hairs rubbed his skin, and Tristan did it again, wanting to feel him again. He used his free hand and brushed the back of it over Josiah’s cheek. And he wanted.what had Mateo told him once? That when something important happened to Josiah, he went somewhere important to him, where he had an emotional connection. Tristan could tell when morning was close. This new wall they’d knocked down tonight showed him that.
Yes, he was happier than he’d ever been and he knew he loved them, but the storms inside him were at their most calm when he was with them. So he continued to lie there and feel it, to experience it and live it, because it wasn’t something he truly let himself admit before. The distance he kept between himself and everyone that Elliot kept trying to talk to him about. The way it felt to hold them, and the anger that burned through him in the elevator today at work. He concentrated on the feel of Josiah against him and Mateo’s hand in his. In sleep, the man thread his fingers through Tristan’s and held on as they both rested on the man who brought them together. Tristan ran a hand through Josiah’s hair, then down his back, only stopping when he touched Mateo. He’d needed to stake the claim he had on Josiah, on Mateo as well, and Mateo had needed the same. Even though he knew they were all on the same page, it was hard sometimes to work through the dynamics of their relationship.
0 kommentar(er)
